When the door of happiness closes, another opens; but often times we look so long at the closed door that we dont see which one has been opened for us..
We Spend Our Days W8ng For The Ideal Path To Appear In Front Of Us.. . But.. . We Forget That, Paths Are Made By Walking.. . Not.. . By Waiting...! <-;
Woh
Bade faqr se kahti hai
Yeh khoobsurat nasheman
yeh cars ki fleet
Yeh malbusaat ki chamak damak (Kapde)
Meri apni kawish hai
Zindagi ki
Saree ra’naiyaan
Yeh aasaish
Kisi ki marhoone minnat nahin
Zindagi main koi ehsaan ka
Lamha nahin
Main khud main bilkul mukammal hun
Oonchi kursi per baith ker
Na jane kitni zindagiyoon ko
Sawarti aur bigaadti hun
Lekin
Is ke Bawajood
Aik Mazboot
Aur Mustahkam
Saahare ki justujoo main
Uski aankhain neend ko
Tarasti hain!
